Wisdom Reigns … Denial Remains
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with the CW or the producers, cast and crew of Supernatural nor do any monies pass hands. I do however love to play with two certain brothers and return them in relatively good health.
Author's Note 1: This fic will contain very dark themes and violence, if it offends then don't read.
Author's Note 2: I will be posting updates of my other two stories over the next week, sorry for the delays but RL is … well yeah a bitch on a good day and while feeling a little low my confidence took a little side-swipe from a careless reviewer. But I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Mmmmwahahahahaha… You have now been warned! I am back with a vengeance.
Dean is 27 and Sam is 23 this story is set around season 2 but probably will not follow canon to the letter, so can be classed as AU if you like.
What happens when the brother you can see is not the brother you know?
S—D
Chapter Two: He is no stranger, he is your brother.
Are dreams shared experiences or are they ours alone to live with?
Then:
"What have you done with my brother?" Dean asked as he fought to control his own emotions.
"The DA decided to lay charges against Sam last night, they had a court order to remove Sam to the psych ward at the prison, I'm not sure how he did it all but they took your brother in the middle of the night."
"How did they get him out of here without him freaking out?" Dean asked unable to really process what the doctor had just said.
"Sedation, that Doctor Underwood was with the officers when they served the papers he had Sam sedated before the nurses could let me know. I am truly sorry gentleman but the paperwork was all in order, there was nothing I could do."
"Where's this prison?" Bobby asked leaning forward slightly but he still managed to keep his hand anchored on Dean's shoulder.
Sara pulled a small notepad out of her drawer and quickly wrote down the name of the prison, directions to get there as well as the name of the doctor in charge and the warden's name. "I wish that there was more I could do."
"Can you tell me if they managed to reset his hand?"
"Yes, I can assure you that a medical physician examined Sam, reset the fingers and strapped them as well as attending to his other wounds."
"Thanks Doc." Dean said as he stood up and strode out of the office, not waiting for Bobby or to turn back to the doctor. He was a hunter on a hunt, but this time it was to save his brother's life and his sanity.
Now:
Eight Days Earlier:
Sam stood under the needles of near-boiling water; he wanted to feel the heat deep within his muscles but they were still chilled. The band of pain around his head squeezed his mind until he had trouble putting coherent thoughts together. He could vaguely remember the feeling of something biting the back of his neck a couple of days ago when they had first rolled into town but thought nothing more of it until now.
A shaking hand moved to the base of his neck and the start of his spine and the hard lump he could feel there. A bite of some kind was all he could think about.
Swallowing down on his rising nausea and weariness Sam turned the shower off and stepped out stopping long enough to snag a clean towel from the rack behind the door. His only thought was to lie down on his bed in a completely dark and quiet room.
A loud noise just outside the motel room brought Sam's attention back to the present, must be Dean was the only thought he could manage as a rustling sound in the room itself made him jump up in fright, all thoughts and pain were gone in that one adrenaline fuelled moment.
'Who's there?' he yelled trying to focus on the shadowed figure on the ceiling before it attacked him.
S—D
Present Day:
Dean, Bobby and Caleb Reeves stood just outside Freemont Prison; dressed in a dark grey suit and carrying a leather briefcase Caleb looked anything like his usual scruffy hunter-self.
'Alright you two stay behind me and let me do the talking,' he spoke quietly but with a John Winchester style authority to his words, 'Dean … Dean you hearing me?'
'Yeah, yeah I hear ya.' Dean wanted to yell and rail against Caleb's cool and calmness but he knew deep down that he had to keep his own cool if he wanted to get Sam back.
'Right let's do this.' Caleb said as he straightened his tie and swapped hands with his briefcase.
Bobby cleared his throat and made sure both of the younger men made direct eye contact with him, 'you got Judge Wade's paperwork in there Caleb?'
'Yes Sir it's all intact.' Caleb nodded patting the case knowingly; it was damned good to have a judge who was also a hunter in their network.
'Dean son you gonna be able to do this?' Bobby turned his attention to the high-strung Winchester, 'no matter what you have to stay calm or it's not gonna work.'
'Yeah I'm fine Bobby let's just get this over and done with.' Dean said clearing his throat he met Bobby's gaze for a second before stepping closer to the intercom to announce their arrival.
Another half hour later of waiting, while Caleb wrangled the legal details with Warden Gordon Longsteer and Bobby refereed. Dean paced the small waiting area; his fingers restlessly moved along the edges of his visitor's pass hanging from a lanyard around his neck. Who the fuck decided to call these things lanyards anyway?
'Dean.' Bobby repeated again this time shaking the younger man slightly by the arm to get his attention. 'Dammit Dean answer me.'
'Ow Bobby … what was that for?'
'Stop being an idjit and listen to me, we can go and see Sam while Caleb finishes the legal wrestling.'
'Huh oh sure I'm coming.' Dean scrubbed a hand over his face and fell in next to his "uncle" and behind the silent guard who directed them through the labyrinth of hallways to the prison psych-ward.
Dean swallowed deeply and glanced at Bobby before stepping closer to the doors while the guard buzzed for someone to let them in. It's gonna be impossible to get Sammy out our way. They followed a large built man dressed in a white uniform down a row of cells to another set of double doors, 'this is where we keep all the dangerous loonies.' The man said as though it was some sort of explanation.
Bobby gripped Dean's elbow and gave him a quick look and shake of his head, the guard was only trying to goad them, obviously someone had pre-warned him of their arrival and relationships to Sam and he wanted to ruin their reunion.
Finally, after seemingly hours of walking, though it was probably only the equivalent to ten minutes they arrived outside Sam's room. 'Wait here.' The guard mumbled and then abruptly left them alone in the hallway; with a solid metal door separating them from their youngest and most treasured member of the ragtag family footsteps made both of the hunters turn to look at a harried looking man dressed in a white lab coat and wrinkled trousers.
'You must be Dean and Bobby Singer, family of Samuel?' he asked without any pre-empt.
'Yeah and you must be the douche bag doctor who has my baby brother locked up in here.' Dean couldn't help himself; the smug almost condescending look on the man's face was too much to keep him quiet.
'So when can we see my nephew?' Bobby said stepping forward slightly, 'I want to note also the unconscionable way yer treating my nephew and Dean's brother, a traumatised victim … Not a killer.'
'That is for the courts to decide Mister Singer.'
'Doctor … wait what is yer name Doctor … just for the records of course.' Bobby asked his eyes narrowing as he studied the man's face, there was something almost familiar about him.
'I'm Doctor Art Zazel.' The man smiled at Bobby before passing a plastic card over the lock and then stepped back to allow Bobby and Dean a clear view of their precious boy.
S—D
Sam watched the moth hovering above them in the hospital room, no one saw it except him and he couldn't do anything to tell them, his body felt detached, his limbs lay uselessly by his side, his senses failed him, well all but one; his sight not that was doing him any good he could warn them: The strangers and the familiars.
His head hurt so badly, and his face felt weird, the kind of numb but sore feeling that normally sets in after some sort of injury. He could remember the motel room, the moth attacking him but no one else could see it. It hovered over the motel clerk but the man wouldn't move, Sam had to make him. Then there were more strangers in his room, all in danger from the moth but they weren't interested all they wanted to do was to hurt him. Why? What did I do to them?
Hands kept pushing at him, tying him down and made him easy prey for the creature, and the comforting familiar touch was gone as well only strangers surrounded him now. Am I dreaming? Why what did I do wrong? Gotta find Dean … sacrifice … Dean?
The hands were moving him again, needles shoved into his flesh but they were of no consequence for him, he couldn't fight the evil, he was useless once again just like he was told so long ago.
The new stranger knows that the moth is there ever watching, ever waiting for Sam to close his eye and give in to it. To let it devour him, but he has to protect Dean he has to make sure … Who's Dean? Is he the familiar touch I feel?
S—D
'Sam-Sammy?' Dean gasped in shock, it had only been twenty-four odd hours since he had seen his brother but Sam's condition had deteriorated so quickly. Now he looked small on the narrow bed, his usual bulk and height was seemingly gone and replaced by an emaciated shell of his former self. Sam's eye was still swollen shut but his other eye was open and fixed on a corner of the ceiling. Unblinking and unmoving if it wasn't for the barely perceivable rises of his chest Dean could have sworn Sam had died.
'Ahh damn it kiddo.' Bobby's soft exhale registered with Dean making him move towards the bed in the sterile room. Though it was more of a cage than a room, the walls lined with metal and grids covered the windows lining the ceiling. Only enough to allow filtered light into the room.
'Sammy?' He whispered as he approached the narrow table they had Sam strapped down on, once again he was naked from the waist up and a light sheet covered his legs. But there were no IVs giving him vital medication, no electrode patches monitoring his heart rate, only leather restraints cutting into the tender flesh of his wrists and from the rusty stains on the sheets the flesh of his ankles too. 'Hey Sammy … I'm here.'
Sam moved his head slightly, rolling it towards the familiar voice; perhaps he could see their danger. Desperately he tried to get them to look up but then he felt the brush of the wings against his skin and knew that it was too late.
'D-Dean … go-gotta s-save D-Dean … s-sacrif-fice.' Sam's whisper was so soft Dean had to lean down to hear him clearly, 't-trap … m-moth … tr-trap.'
'Sammy hey can you hear me?' Dean cupped Sam's cheek to try and get his attention but Sam kept whispering frantically unable to recognise who was standing next to him. The pain spiked in his mind and he wanted to scream but that would make the moth angry and attack him again.
Terrified Sam screamed unable to hold it in when he felt the burning sensation of fangs digging deep into his thigh, he made a sound and it needs a tribute to please it.
'What the fuck is going on here?' Dean cried out in desperation and anger, he turned to Bobby but saw the smirk on the face of the so-called doctor, 'what is happening with my brother?'
'He had a psychotic break, most likely suffering from the guilt of the kidnappings and murders he committed.' The doctor said with that annoyingly calm and monotone voice, 'he was a troubled young man and the weight of his actions has created this moth creature in his subconscious to place the blame on.'
'Sam was never a troubled young man,' Dean snarled using air quotes for "troubled young man", 'how can you have him tied down like that?'
'He's a dangerous prisoner, insane or not he is dangerous and has to be restrained.'
'Sam couldn't hurt anyone, his hand is broken, he's been beaten to high heaven and back again what about that scream how is it dangerous?'
'You are out of order Mister Singer I suggest that you leave, it's up to the courts to commit your brother to this prison his case is set for next week.'
'What kind of place is this? What you're guilty before proven innocent?' Dean's anger got the better of him, he wanted to scream blue murder, to undo the restraints and to carry his brother out of there but they were deep within the bowels of a maximum security prison and no way out. 'Speaking of which … what's keeping Sam's lawyer he should've finished with the Warden by now?'
'We want Mister Reeves in here now Doctor Zazel…' Bobby said as he struggled to keep a poker face, the name and the face finally registered in his shell-shocked mind, 'it's time for this boy to come home.'
'I'm sorry Mister Singer that I cannot allow.'
'Christo,' Bobby said and smirked coldly when he saw the eyes of the doctor change, his smirk fading when he saw the colour that they had changed to. 'Holy Fuck!'
TBC